Chapter 60 Celebrating a Birthday 1

"Brother, let me send a text message first." Song Xiaoxiao tried to pull her hand back, but her brother gripped it even tighter, pulling her along with him as he walked forward.

Song Yan's stomach was already churning, but after Zhao Chuansheng gave her leg a fierce pinch, she had no choice but to pick up her wine glass.

Cheng Mei was stunned. To be honest, most people simply could not handle Shen Jialen's arrogant high profile. It was an aura emanating from her very bones, the kind of presence that was impossible to ignore.

Therefore, once Feng Shanshan fell asleep, he returned to the living room and took out the floor plan of the house, knowing that he had to give much more thought to the security of the villa.

Thinking of this, Chi Weiran felt filled with boundless joy. So, as long as one remains full of positive energy, holding firm to belief and conviction, can all problems ultimately be solved?

For some reason, even though the two of them had done absolutely nothing, Mark, sitting in the front passenger seat, felt as though the entire car was filled with floating pink bubbles.

In this world, the only people she feared, apart from the Sijing brothers, were Qiao Ye.

Blowing away the floating tea leaves on the surface, the elderly physician took a sip, shook his head, and sighed: Such a fine young man, usually quite clever too, how could he be scared out of his wits just like that? Alas.

Walking deep into the back courtyard, Chi Weiran suddenly heard a blood-curdling scream, which startled her so much she almost tripped and fell.

With her delicate physique, compounded by having just given birth, Su Chenxi had previously been rather frail. However, thanks to excellent postpartum nourishment, her bodily curves had become even more alluring.

Yet having lived in the Kyushu Continent for so long, the resentment in Qing Xiao's heart had ultimately faded somewhat. When some of them genuinely poured their hearts out to him, Qing Xiao's heart inevitably softened just a fraction.

The high-altitude clouds vanished in an instant, and the entire world within a radius of a thousand meters was plunged into total darkness.

Black Moon withdrew her gaze, glanced at the eleven corpses, and couldn't be bothered to pursue the five escaped elemental masters.

After all, if a poke-composition lacks early-game item support, it is very difficult for it to function effectively. When all is said and done, this is a lineup where the strong grow stronger and the weak completely collapse.

He had eight arms and four legs, with an expression of matchless ferocity. His two eyes emitted a silver radiance, and each of those eight arms was like a scimitar, razor-sharp.

Xie Feng's complexion was somewhat pale, making it clear that summoning this evil nether-entity had consumed a considerable amount of his primordial energy.

Li Chun hurriedly dropped the pastry dish and went to check on Nian Yun, while Huixiang supported her body from the other side. At that moment, Nian Yun gently pinched Huixiang's wrist with the hand hidden beneath her sleeve, and then used her finger to write a single character in Huixiang's palm.

"Damn your immortal ancestors." Ye Feng gave Tang Shisan a blank look. This son of a bitch really couldn't feel at ease unless he was cursed at, right? Ignoring Tang Shisan, he strode on toward the earthen fort.

Yet to outsiders, the inch-of-land-an-inch-of-gold Qianlan Peak did not cultivate spiritual herbs, but instead built houses—it was simply a waste of resources and utterly mad. Consequently, they felt no small amount of jealousy and resentment toward Li Xixi.

Xie Xie clenched his hands tightly into fists, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the many green-robed cultivators before him. Although struck with fear and panic, they were all forcing themselves to remain calm. Just as Uncle Gen Yuntao had predicted.

Recently, there had been an anti-feudal movement within the military, and quite a few typical offenders had been rounded up. Heaven knows what a certain division commander in the Northeast Military Region was thinking; he had actually replaced his guards with "his own people." Once this matter was uncovered, the division commander—who had a stellar record of battle achievements—was immediately stripped of all duties and placed under arrest.

"A conflict?" The young man named Ah Hui frowned deeply, but a moment later, he shook his head, indicating there was none.

Fourth Aunt's wishful thinking was remarkably well calculated. This time, she wasn't even after that small monetary reward from the Wang family afterward. She had already agreed with Director Wang beforehand: as long as she could help the Wang family finalize this match, Director Wang would arrange for her son to work at his sworn brother's Huilin Company.

Seeing the terrifying might of the Devouring Beast Armor Ghost King—which had even temporarily frightened off the tenth-rank Dragon God and Thorny Tree God—Wang Pengyu's eyes lit up. With a flick of his hand guiding the magic formula, the Great Evolution Interlocking Life-Death Formation finally had a chance to show its might.

By October 1908, as the war unfolded, the Third Division, led by Duan Qirui, was stationed in Hangzhou, Zhejiang. The Second, Fourth, and Sixth Divisions moved their troops to Henan. The Fifth Division remained stationed in Jinan. The only forces left in Zhili and Hebei were the First Division, stationed north of Beijing.

Since ancient times, beauties have often met with tragic fates. If she had been born looking more ordinary, she wouldn't have come to such a miserable end. Ling Feng sighed inwardly, releasing a wisp of divine sense to inspect the other party.

Zhang Tiansong was instantly left speechless, and even Tang Tianjian froze on the spot, the precious saber in his hand hanging limply down.

As for these people, regardless of the Chang family's influence and formidable economic strength in Sichuan Province, simply based on Chang Cunhui's prestige in Anyin's business circles, Ye Qingquan could not afford to slight him.

Old Master has paid so much; collecting some interest is only right! This was Ling Feng's current train of thought.

Looking at Feng Xu's resolute gaze and listening to his firm, decisive tone, Shen Zengzhi shuddered violently.

Watching the electro-fishing thieves twitching and rolling their eyes from the shocks, Ao Muyang finally let out a breath of relief in his heart.

At this moment, Li High was deep within a mountain village in Yunnan and Guizhou, isolated from the world, completely unaware that people across Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai—virtually the entire region—were searching for him, while he seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Zheng Xuetu's eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion, utterly unable to comprehend how the current situation had come to pass.

One by one, their faces were flushed with a healthy glow, and as they left, they didn't forget to shoot Li High a meaningful look.

Hearing Jiang Ji's words, Bai Ren shook his head helplessly. Right now, he had no desire to fight Zhuge Liang; he only wanted to guide Sima Yi along his historical trajectory according to his own script.

Unable to resist the temptation of the delicacies on the table, that golden mouse finally abandoned its hiding spot and scampered out on its own.

The five Mastiff-Lion Kings suddenly halted, their fur standing on end as if they sensed something and were about to roar in fury. But the next instant, as if overwhelmed by sheer terror, they abruptly dropped flat onto the ground, shivering all over.

Old Luo got into Yang Cheng's Rolls-Royce, and the two of them sat in the back chatting idly, their topic centering mainly on the wedding, as the guest list they had already finalized might need to be altered once again.

Yet at this very moment, the blade spirit within the door had already slid back the bolt and was preparing to pull the door open.

As a high-ranking political official, Dai Zongxi was remarkably smooth; just a few words were enough to make the village officials feel flattered and overwhelmed.